On that Sunday morning mommy disrupted my dream sequence while I was in a deserted island by sprinkling some jalam on my face which eventually dragged me out of bed & got me under the shower.Dressed like one of those bright looking homely damsel,all for Radz wedding,whom I initially thought I didn’t know.It was happening in the neighborhood wedding hall.Sulking from the moment I woke up, swallowing those big fat idllis served by dad,me and mommy stepped out to reach for an auto. While watching TV the previous day, I overheard mom’s side of conversation over the phone from which I could make out that few of her friends were canceling their sunday appointments just to catch up in that wedding.
‘Who is this Radha ma & whom is she marrying to ma’, I should have bothered to ask her when my inquisitive quotient preempted the brain while sat bundled in auto.I didn’t for a simple reason that I wanted to follow her for once like an innocent lamb without cross questions for all little time that I spend with her in a month.The auto stopped right outside the wedding hall. Strangely sandals and shoes mounted in huge heaps caught my eyes. Mommy checked if I wore the gold bangles that she handed me when I just stepped out after my cold shower. Fortunately I did, to avoid another suprabatham session during the mid day.The scene of guys clad in white silk dhoti with wrist wrapped in floral strings trying to figure out where they could offload those strings confirmed that we headed to the right place.Next to me there was this board embedded in a bed of marigold florals from which red roses stood bloomed as ‘Radha weds Krishna’. Mm.. what a match between this couple,I felt. Stepping in we stumbled upon Lochani miss(Mommy’s colleague + friend + occasional guide + our local neighbour) who displaying her usual 3 inch standard smile. ‘Miss correct timeku vandhingha’, she acknowledged. And they were enquiring about the other missing mrs & miss(s) while I caught a glimpse of the place we headed.All I could see were mamas on one side and mamis on the other with a bifurcation in between. But children were found allover. Most Mamis flashed in gold & silk. Suddenly an hand on my shoulder. I turned back. It was Lakshmi miss I suppose. ‘Miss edhu unga ponna ’(Miss, Is this ur daughter ?) she was scanning me all over. ‘Bangalorela irukkae nu neku theriyum.Enna panra ni ,yaroda iruka,enna vaisaraadhu ippo’(I know u are in Bangalore. What do u do, with whom are u there, whatz ur age right now) bulleting me with her questions like the one below a reading comprehension passage. I answered them in the same sequence gripping the fact that I can’t expect mommy for my immediate rescue. The session with Lakshmi miss ended finally when she plucked a portion of my cheek and fed in to her lips with a pucccch sound.Mommy had moved away from me by yards now, nodding her head in sync with the blahblah blaahs of Lochani miss. I went near them. Another display of 3 inch standard smile from Lochani miss.’Yyen miss nikaringaa … vaanga anga edam irukku parungoo.Vaa maa chellam’(y r u standing miss, come c therez place.Come ma dear) she clutched my hand. Once resting in the corner pointed … I actually came in to my senses.Mannnnnnnnn …. Radha was Radha & Krishna was Krishna themselves. Oh my god! I didn’t realize that I was attending a rewedding of a celestial couple on earth. They were performing the ritual of uniting an already united couple who live in heaven.
A group of oldies were standing near Rad’s idol and some near Kris’s. However the idols were separated initially to indicate that they were still singles. A series of funny rituals were on the go like carrying the bride in the palanquin along the bifurcation. Then popping Rad’s idol to show her a glimpse of her man (quite funny). Seeing which Kris folks hid Kris’s face. Then Radz folks pulled her pallu across her face to indicate that she was feeling shy. Floral strings were exchanged between groom and bride’s folks. Kids carried mud pots of clay containing a multigrain germination with shoots, three times around the idols. Then a new outfit for Rad from Kris side. Further to that Rad had a revamped look, completely decorated with new gold rings, bangles, anklets and few other engmatic jewelery pieces all over. A kiddo carried a lamp invited Kris to Rad’s place.Kris rode in the palanquin & reached Rad’s place. Rad’s people felt shy seeing men carrying Kris.They played some floral ball exchange games ….The whole hall was chanting rythms of ‘Jaisree Radha Nanda Gopala’ in a wide range of pitches depending on the importance of the event that happened between the idols. And the whole crowd followed the sequence of events anxiously chanting similar rythms giving a credibly serious ceremonial look .For a minute, it was quite refreshing from inside to spectate this wedding from the otherwise mundane cycle of comps-> cubes -> coffees. I was drawn in to these events in no time and was waiting to witness the crucial climax of Kris tying knot around Rad’s neck so that we could go back home soon for lunch. I asked mommy ‘how will Kris tie the knot now ma ?’.She took her eyes off the events in progress and said ‘wait & watch’. Couldn’t want tojump in any conclusion by predicting that some homosapien will tie those knots around Radz neck on behalf of Kris. The climax arrived. Wedding hall suddenly gripped total silence when there was a screen spread across the stage hiding the idols behind, with a pin drop silence. While impatiently waiting for few minutes, mamas & mamis were constantly in and out, playing hide and seek around the screen stacking up my curiosity.
When the screen was flung open, Kris was placed next to Rad & Rad all of a sudden had it(her license)displayed around her neck.Like a video unfrozen from a pause button,the music again broke the silence to highlight the fact that they lost their bachelors degree on earth now. To acknowledge the same, we were made to throw a handful of raw rice & rose petals soaked in turmeric on the united idols. And so did us to conclude the fancy wedding.Lochani miss was a great helping hand to bride’s folks in fetching bride’s attires from time to time projecting her diamond pendant which went in to the folds of her sari every one minute. Seeing mommy waving at her, she disappeared from the stage and reappeared near mom. ‘Miss kalyana sapadu ready, pongaa miss.Sapadu epdinu aprama solunga.Ellam namba pyyan thaaan’.Oh Kris ... I never knew from when Lochani miss’s son quit his dental practice and joined catering sector specializing in wedding food.
When mom disclosed that she’s already cooked lunch for us at home, Lochani miss was disappointed to hear the same. Anyways she let us go by stuffing two packets of coconut & beetle leaves in our hands. And …. and a bottle of saemiya payasam secretly to mom.‘Epdiyum oru kalyanama?.Aadhuku nan vera enga poromnae therinjika venamnu vera ponaenaa ?’ (A wedding like this?For this I went without wanting to know where i was going? )ooff !When we reached home, looked like dad had no exact clue of where we had been. So he asked me ‘Enga poninga ma’ (where did u both go ma?) Mein nae kaha ‘Radz Wedding,dad’. ’Weddingaa ?’ dad was astonished the way I was at Radz wedding, when mom was found tasting that secretly handed saemiya payasam.
‘Who is this Radha ma & whom is she marrying to ma’, I should have bothered to ask her when my inquisitive quotient preempted the brain while sat bundled in auto.I didn’t for a simple reason that I wanted to follow her for once like an innocent lamb without cross questions for all little time that I spend with her in a month.The auto stopped right outside the wedding hall. Strangely sandals and shoes mounted in huge heaps caught my eyes. Mommy checked if I wore the gold bangles that she handed me when I just stepped out after my cold shower. Fortunately I did, to avoid another suprabatham session during the mid day.The scene of guys clad in white silk dhoti with wrist wrapped in floral strings trying to figure out where they could offload those strings confirmed that we headed to the right place.Next to me there was this board embedded in a bed of marigold florals from which red roses stood bloomed as ‘Radha weds Krishna’. Mm.. what a match between this couple,I felt. Stepping in we stumbled upon Lochani miss(Mommy’s colleague + friend + occasional guide + our local neighbour) who displaying her usual 3 inch standard smile. ‘Miss correct timeku vandhingha’, she acknowledged. And they were enquiring about the other missing mrs & miss(s) while I caught a glimpse of the place we headed.All I could see were mamas on one side and mamis on the other with a bifurcation in between. But children were found allover. Most Mamis flashed in gold & silk. Suddenly an hand on my shoulder. I turned back. It was Lakshmi miss I suppose. ‘Miss edhu unga ponna ’(Miss, Is this ur daughter ?) she was scanning me all over. ‘Bangalorela irukkae nu neku theriyum.Enna panra ni ,yaroda iruka,enna vaisaraadhu ippo’(I know u are in Bangalore. What do u do, with whom are u there, whatz ur age right now) bulleting me with her questions like the one below a reading comprehension passage. I answered them in the same sequence gripping the fact that I can’t expect mommy for my immediate rescue. The session with Lakshmi miss ended finally when she plucked a portion of my cheek and fed in to her lips with a pucccch sound.Mommy had moved away from me by yards now, nodding her head in sync with the blahblah blaahs of Lochani miss. I went near them. Another display of 3 inch standard smile from Lochani miss.’Yyen miss nikaringaa … vaanga anga edam irukku parungoo.Vaa maa chellam’(y r u standing miss, come c therez place.Come ma dear) she clutched my hand. Once resting in the corner pointed … I actually came in to my senses.Mannnnnnnnn …. Radha was Radha & Krishna was Krishna themselves. Oh my god! I didn’t realize that I was attending a rewedding of a celestial couple on earth. They were performing the ritual of uniting an already united couple who live in heaven.
A group of oldies were standing near Rad’s idol and some near Kris’s. However the idols were separated initially to indicate that they were still singles. A series of funny rituals were on the go like carrying the bride in the palanquin along the bifurcation. Then popping Rad’s idol to show her a glimpse of her man (quite funny). Seeing which Kris folks hid Kris’s face. Then Radz folks pulled her pallu across her face to indicate that she was feeling shy. Floral strings were exchanged between groom and bride’s folks. Kids carried mud pots of clay containing a multigrain germination with shoots, three times around the idols. Then a new outfit for Rad from Kris side. Further to that Rad had a revamped look, completely decorated with new gold rings, bangles, anklets and few other engmatic jewelery pieces all over. A kiddo carried a lamp invited Kris to Rad’s place.Kris rode in the palanquin & reached Rad’s place. Rad’s people felt shy seeing men carrying Kris.They played some floral ball exchange games ….The whole hall was chanting rythms of ‘Jaisree Radha Nanda Gopala’ in a wide range of pitches depending on the importance of the event that happened between the idols. And the whole crowd followed the sequence of events anxiously chanting similar rythms giving a credibly serious ceremonial look .For a minute, it was quite refreshing from inside to spectate this wedding from the otherwise mundane cycle of comps-> cubes -> coffees. I was drawn in to these events in no time and was waiting to witness the crucial climax of Kris tying knot around Rad’s neck so that we could go back home soon for lunch. I asked mommy ‘how will Kris tie the knot now ma ?’.She took her eyes off the events in progress and said ‘wait & watch’. Couldn’t want tojump in any conclusion by predicting that some homosapien will tie those knots around Radz neck on behalf of Kris. The climax arrived. Wedding hall suddenly gripped total silence when there was a screen spread across the stage hiding the idols behind, with a pin drop silence. While impatiently waiting for few minutes, mamas & mamis were constantly in and out, playing hide and seek around the screen stacking up my curiosity.
When the screen was flung open, Kris was placed next to Rad & Rad all of a sudden had it(her license)displayed around her neck.Like a video unfrozen from a pause button,the music again broke the silence to highlight the fact that they lost their bachelors degree on earth now. To acknowledge the same, we were made to throw a handful of raw rice & rose petals soaked in turmeric on the united idols. And so did us to conclude the fancy wedding.Lochani miss was a great helping hand to bride’s folks in fetching bride’s attires from time to time projecting her diamond pendant which went in to the folds of her sari every one minute. Seeing mommy waving at her, she disappeared from the stage and reappeared near mom. ‘Miss kalyana sapadu ready, pongaa miss.Sapadu epdinu aprama solunga.Ellam namba pyyan thaaan’.Oh Kris ... I never knew from when Lochani miss’s son quit his dental practice and joined catering sector specializing in wedding food.
When mom disclosed that she’s already cooked lunch for us at home, Lochani miss was disappointed to hear the same. Anyways she let us go by stuffing two packets of coconut & beetle leaves in our hands. And …. and a bottle of saemiya payasam secretly to mom.‘Epdiyum oru kalyanama?.Aadhuku nan vera enga poromnae therinjika venamnu vera ponaenaa ?’ (A wedding like this?For this I went without wanting to know where i was going? )ooff !When we reached home, looked like dad had no exact clue of where we had been. So he asked me ‘Enga poninga ma’ (where did u both go ma?) Mein nae kaha ‘Radz Wedding,dad’. ’Weddingaa ?’ dad was astonished the way I was at Radz wedding, when mom was found tasting that secretly handed saemiya payasam.
